Happy Monday!

My brother texted me a strange picture on Friday. Something floating in a glass bowl? After squinting at it, holding it upside down and sideways, and generally wondering out loud what the hell I was looking at, I took the bait and asked.

"What am I looking at?"

"More to the point, what is looking back at you?"

I looked at the picture once again.

No. No, no, no. He did not. He did not text that. That is not what I'm looking at. That is disgusting, even by big brother standards. There is no way he would OH MY GOD HE TEXTED ME AN EYEBALL.

I should clarify, as he did for me--it was a cornea and some surrounding conjuctiva. I never got the full story as to what they were DOING at work (in a lab...I assume there was some medical reason for this scenario) but Brother apparently decided it would be one of my more unusual texts.

He wins the prize, there.